Any mother fucker move on up to the Eastside can go round thankin he a big shot who made it, bitch please. Get yo self a mother fucking R2D2 butler then come round here talking shit.
The invitation to Lando Calrissian's birthday party reading semi-casual-formal, R2D2 opted for the timeless tuxedo t-shirt because it says he is formal, but also knows how to party.
Joe Jackson's initial attempt at stardom for his family was ill-fated from the start, as R2D2 proved to be an incompetent dancer.
R2 quietly seethed to himself, "Wait until we get our own emancipation proclamation, then you'll know what it feels like..."
"Who be puttin' they Kools out on my robot?" "You see, the robot doesn't have insurance, so the judge forces him to be their butler..."
Those huge layoffs in Detroit are making the factory robots have to seek out extra income for their families...